[I feel go{od]dly}

I feel good,

oddly.

Life throws its tough 

at me,

and I begin 

to throw back.

And when a 

once loved one is

rude as hell,

it’s not into a

shell I do now 

tend to

creep, but rather

so under those 

sheets of satin, and

sat off: a love

of life I can 

no longer deny.

A love of you, in

fact,

dear C: 

a woman I will 

now never 

unsee.



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